i am the key to the lock
in your house
that keeps your toys
in the basement
and if you get
too far inside
you’ll only see
my reflection
Thom definitely does
NOT sing this
i am the pick in the ice
do not cry out
or hit the alarm
You know we are friends
till we die
either way you turn
i’ll be there
open up your skull
i’ll be there
climbing up the walls
it’s always best
when the light is off
it’s always better
on the outside
fifteen blows to the back
of your head
fifteen blows to your mind
So I’d lock the kids
in safe tonight
shut the eyes
in the cupboard
I’ve got the smell
of a local man
who’s got
the loneliest feeling
that either way you turn
I’ll be there
open up your skull
I’ll be there
climbing up the walls
climbing up the walls
climbing up the walls
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